Un chute sans gravite

or, A Crash without Seriousness.

This caravan, see, veered on to my side of the road (or so it seemed), so I swerved and hit the kerb. A bit of noise, no damage, but a 5cm round bubble in the side of the tyre. We drove the 30 km home, but I was not happy about driving further, AND Europcar did not provide a spare (or jack!)
SO, Europcar sent a towtruck, and Peter and I set off for Orange top have the tyre changed.

Some anxious relatives saw us off.

but  Sebastian the driver was more than willing to share his cab.

The relatives at home were racked with worry, and spent the day concerned for the success of our enterprise.

They even invented a new game of pool ball!

To cut a boring story short, the pneu man at Orange didn't have our size tyre, so Europecar arranged a taxi to take us to Avignon to pick up a new car. The taxi driver's name was Jean-Paul, and his daughter Marjorie is studying Australian culture and may come to visit us in Melbourne next year.
So we eventually got home in time to interrupt the worrying relatives playing boule.

Peter and I teamed up top show them how to play the game - our score was ZERO. (stupid French game)

 

I decided to revert to a more civilized pastime .....

.... and as John and i arrived at the Nyons roundabout, who should we find but ....

... lovely Claire, and .....

...Cathy, Claire, croissants and coffee.

After that, off to lunch at Le As de Coeur (the Ace of Hearts) where I got chocolate all over my shirt and had to wear another one of Anne's dresses.

Val and Anne having coffee in Nyons.

Val and Anne cleaning the pool. At 35 degrees, some jobs are really hard.